Silver bands

Silver bands explode

in shape and form

'til creation.

Sensitive to touch and sound,

swirling waves of emotion

pour into the abyss

of the darkness that surrounds.

Casual flickers of colour

emit within the time of times,

 the void that engulfs

the vast emptiness.

Within the valley of lost souls,

scratching the boundaries

of existence,

screaming for escape,

one moves above all others.

He travels he on

silken streams of blood,

lapping against the flames

of fire and heat,

transcending beyond

human understanding.

His eyes, vessels of

painful infliction on all who dare

to cast their sight on his form.

His smile’s a contradiction

to the disdain apparent through the

multitudes daily falling at his feet.

and upon the eve of time itself,

he endeavours to become.

Sightless passages encircle his

throne of torment and destruction,

delivering endless pleas

carried though the black plagues

of his power.

Master of an Empire,

ruler of a dominion,

King to the abyss of eternal suffering

and loyalty evades his grasp.

Far from mindless

his creatures be,

as evil plotting they devise

within black hearts

and wanting natures.

They desire all that abounds,

all that lives.

Though dare not cross paths

with their master.

In dense caverns surrounding the abyss,

amidst the void of time,

do they hide,

spewing forth the evil

that entwines their grotesque bodies

giving them form.

Though there’s one true beauty the Master desires,

an innocent who radiates a pureness

the elusiveness of light he craves.

Nightly he lures her in dream

to his false enchantment

designed for her entrapment,

and willingly she must give of herself.

Each night he takes her

through endless realms of dancing stars,

cascades of colour lit moonbeams,

to seduce the innocent within.

Each night she professes her love for him.

each night she denies him the journey

he longs for her to accompany,

beause she must willingly

give up her earthly spirit.

Scrying within the flames,

chanting in dull coarse tones,

he searches for an escape

from the dense caverns

that hold him

both Master and prisoner.

Daily becoming bored

with the constant screams of death,

the intolerable scurrying of his servants,

and his mind slips into

the constant yearning for she.

he keeps perfect order

in his far from perfect world.

And his nightly wanderings

know no bounds to his weakness,

to his desire.
Yet of all the power he possesses,

love remains an elusive evil.